Lydia Knight is good at Instagram

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From my mailbox:

Former singer of The Regrettes, now solo and launching a pop career, is good at Instagram.

If you browse through her other posts, there’s a lot of cheeky stuff.

Contrary to what it might say below, the link is still there.

There’s no “may” involved in the existence of a post. Unlike most things in life, that is a forced binary choice. Either it is there or it isn’t. I used to think this was bad programming, but I’ve changed my mind. I think it’s just a backdoor way to get you to their site. They proclaim to bloggers like me that this is “embed code” when it fact it is designed to fail, and therefore to force you to their site rather than viewing it here.

Given that explanation, the use of the word “may” makes sense. They avoid outright fraud by saying the post “may” have been removed, although they know full well it had not at the time that message started appearing. That message appears immediately, while the linked post obviously still exists. Of course, given that internet links last for years, sooner or later there is a possibility that people will read that message after the post has actually disappeared. The longer the link stays up, the greater the possibility that the post no longer exists.

Tricky. Perfectly legal. But totally sleazy.


What a scene! Sophia Loren in Madame Sans-Gêne (1961)

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Thanks go to the comment section for this French-Italian period adventure yarn with a little romance and a bit of comedy.

Catherine, a laundress, joins lover Lefevre in war. Their heroics help Napoleon win. As a reward, they’re granted nobility. Catherine’s lack of courtly etiquette shocks high society, but she remains authentic despite her new rank.


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A complete copy of The Day the Clown Cried has emerged

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This is the film that Jerry Lewis buried, the story of a clown who entertained children at Auschwitz. Although there is a lot of footage in the Library of Congress, it was thought impossible to assemble the full 1972 film. It turns out that a Swedish actor named Hans Crispin stole 8/9 of it from a Europafilm archive in 1980.

All this time I have been terrified of getting caught so I have not said anything. There have been days when I have been convinced that the police are going to knock on the door.

Given that he committed many crimes to obtain it, he kept it hidden all these years. In 1990, he received an envelope containing the missing first act, the one where the clowns parade in the circus ring. He now has a complete film edited to match the final script, and finally brought it out of the closet last week, screening it for some journalists.

One reported:

Hans Crispin asks me to sit on the couch and watch the huge TV screen on the wall. A few clowns, including Jerry Lewis, appear in a rose-colored circus ring that is for some reason completely empty of spectators. I will be, according to Crispin’s calculations, the 20th or 21st person in the world to see the lost film in its entirety. Complete with this first act which, unlike the rest of the film, was shot in Paris.

The plot is this: Helmut Doork (Lewis), a former prestige clown, half-self-absorbed, has lost his spark in his work and has been demoted. To what? I don’t know, some kind of low-status clown. After making a joke about Adolf Hitler, Doork is sent to a concentration camp where he gets an offer: lead the children to the gas chamber with your clowning skills and you will be free.

An hour and a half later, I have finished watching the work that changed Jerry Lewis’s career, influenced Hans Crispin’s life and has baffled film enthusiasts for over 45 years. I have seen Swedish Dramaten actors play Jews and Nazi prison guards. They speak the kind of English you would if you learned the language in elementary school in the 1950s, but here with a simulated “German” accent. At times, it is impossible to understand what they are saying. There is no humor here, only tragedy. Quite boring, too.